The Rose Will Show.....
- The Rose Will Show The Way
Deep to the core itself doth it sink and settle, a blackness
unrelenting. Joining and entering that very essence of life, turning
it to the very blackness, as it emanates and fills the vastness, with
the power of itself. Soon all is filled and begins to now stretch
out, breaking through tiny openings and corridors, leading out and
upward. A living virus of darkness that takes over the body of this
host, traveling slowly - over eons, from that core ever upward.
Soon that which began ages ago, when this world was still young,
rises closer. And then it finds that barrier set long ago, to protect
the land above. And - after eons patiently testing that barrier -
that virus below finds a weakness. Begins to invade the world above .
She suddenly wakens in alarm. Her gossamer wings unfurl, as her
wings spread outward. With a tear in her eyes doth she rise, and
sends out the alarm to the Protectors.
And prays it is not too late.
In that early touch of daylight doth she stand at the aft of the
ship. Medium length blond hair blowing lightly as it is played with
by the breezes that blow over the bulwark. Long strong beautiful legs
encased in a pair of golden tights, that pick up the sun's glance
shining upon them, move with ease at each movement of wave and tide.
Upon hair she sports a black pirate's hat, with a feather that
perches lightly upon it. Her beautiful form encased in a medium frock-
coat, to keep the lady warm from the light chill that seeps upward
from the water below.
Lona stares out silently at the passing land across the
starboard bow of the ship. In the early beginnings of this day the
crew sleeps silently. Her solitude shared only by the helmsman up at
the prow, at the wheel-house. This time of morning is a personal time
deeply enjoyed by this woman, upon a ship that offers little time for
private thoughts - or for silent wishes, whispered alone in hushed
whispered tones. Spoken instead only to the ever growing wake of the
ship below her, carried softly to the horizon as far as she can see
it. On this ship of many Lona only feels loneliness, a yearning
steadily building, for something dear to a heart.
As she lets her silent yearning float down to the wake passing
below, a movement catches her eye through the mist across the land
not far away. Looking toward the bank passing by in hazy luminance,
she soon spies the wings of the bird that flies toward the ship. As
Lona watches this beautiful white bird fly closer, a dazzling smile
escapes from her parted lips with a sigh. Watches in amazement as the
dove flies forward, hovering above her - as the flower held in its
talons is slowly released. Slowly does it float down toward her
outstretched open right hand, resting lightly. In fascination does
Lona gaze down upon the rose, red in color and shiny, feeling the
warmth which is uncommon indeed. She slowly looks up at the dove, yet
there is no bird there, nor anywhere around the ship at all. A sudden
movement at a rocky outcrop on the land catches her attention, making
her look once more at the hazy outline of passing land. A form seen
for a moment, entering the forest. A shimmering form, for just an
instant, glanced as if within a dream
From his favorite spot to look out at the ocean he watches the
strange human ship, as it passes him on its voyage. He doth not fear
being seen by those aboard her. He is only seen, when this is his
desire. He watches the ship, silently playing a blade of green grass
which he nibbles between his teeth without thought. Wonders what
places those aboard might have seen during their travels. What
adventures they have experienced. His grey hair feels the soft touch
of that ocean breeze, making him silently purr within. Keen eyes take
in the timbers, the mast, the canvas sails. For a moment selfishly he
also sails aboard that vessel upon this ocean .That he too knows true
adventure. He has heard tales of others of his kind that are crew of
ships such as she on the water. And silently he imagines he is one of
Soon imaginings are interrupted by the movement he sees upon the
ship, as the sun slowly crests above the far horizon. He watches
silently, as the human female slowly crosses the length of the ship,
halting at the back. He looks upon her with his keen eyes. Even with
the far distance between them, sees her as if right next to him
Hearing quiet movement behind him, he answers the silent summons
that reaches his perked elfin ears. He raises himself from that
outcrop of rock. As he enters the forest his ears hear the whispered
words of the human female as they float to him softly. Slowing, for a
hesitant moment he looks back. at the human female that is at the
back of the vessel.
In that instant she seems to stare right at him, two hearts that
touch silently, unknown to the persons themselves. Reluctantly doth
the elf Laren once more turn and enters the forest.
The middle of the town square is a bustle of activity. Vendors
hawk loudly to passer-by to come see their varied wares. Passer-by
strolling through the aisles of vendor areas, gazing half-heartedly
at items, continuing on their way to unknown needs that they only
know themselves. The sky is a cloudless blue above the town, the sun
shining down brightly in these early afternoon hours, warming all
below within its light.
He walks behind her, unseen to all in this square. To those in
the vendor areas that young Faerie seems alone. Her long red hair
played by the touch of breeze that plays softly. Long supple legs
carry her easily with unnoticed calculated strides, as she
interweaves effortlessly through the throng around her, all busy and
unnoticed. Yet he keeps pace easily behind her, as only to his elfin
ears doth Laren hear her say "Keep up little one," carried from her
lips upon a whisper. Laren replies back "Yes, YoungMistress."
He carries the light elfin short sword, feels it ride
effortlessly against his left thigh and leg. Across his back, held by
the long thick strip of dark brown leather that goes across his light
frame, he carries the elfin long sword proudly. Looking up at the
form of her a few steps ahead of him, easily can be seen the long bow
carried easily in her right hand. The quiver of light brown that
rides upon her back, filled with black and red feathered arrows. He
sees the matching elfin short sword that she carries, riding nicely
upon her left thigh. He can smell the light brown leather armor she
wears, the match to the armor he also wears upon his form. A gift,
given to him by thy YoungMistress herself, to her elf-subservient and
Soon LadyTaret enters the shop she has traveled to. The elf Laren
unconsciously takes stance near the entrance unseen, to the side
corner of the vendor's home. When his eyes survey the surroundings
about him, both elfin ears can still monitor the shop within. He
looks totally relaxed, yet able to pounce in an instant. Always ready
to come to the aid or call of the Lady within. To those passing by
there is just the shop, a beautiful young faerie within shopping.
None see the older, light boned, grey haired elf outside the shop,
her escort. Laren is still young for his elfin age, though to the
humans he would as if a middle aged man. In reality he is just 47
years old, a young age for elf-kind, who live many years longer than
human-kind. The world outside the bond between both he and
YoungMistress is something unknown to him, only hinted at when
listening to stories. In this elf's heart this present life is all he
has ever known.
As he stands his place, he watches as that woman seen earlier -
at the back of a ship passing by his outcrop of rock, enters the town
Lona enters the square, looking around her. Too long has it been
since her boots touched upon real ground. She smiles. It has been too
long where, instead of a pirate, she can be that woman inside her.
Brushing the blond hair from her eyes she slowly moves amongst the
vendor booths, enjoying just being a woman out on the town again.
As she moves past a group of tables, something makes her halt,
feeling bewildered. Slowly doth she turn her back away from the
tables, facing instead at the shops behind her .at the spice shop
itself. She looks at the entrance, then something makes her look to
the right side corner of the shop.
As Lona looks at the side corner .inside her that magic returns.
Unknown -the heart within reaches out, to that which is at the spot
she looks at ..
Laren watches as the beautiful blond female pirate stops at tables
across from him and the shop. Watches unseen as she suddenly turns
and looks at the entrance of the shop. Sees the look of confusion,
that turns into a trance-like pondering. Watches but does not move as
suddenly her eyes turn away from the entrance. Her dazzling blue eyes
looking right at the elf. As those eyes look right at him, unknown -
that heart within him responds also to hers .both hearts once more
joining - remembering each other deeply. Ages that they have been
apart pass now to the present time, as two hearts - so long apart -
find rebirth in each other at last.
Above the town square she watches with a smile. Feels the rebirth
of the two below deeply. In response does her own heart sing. Her
black beautiful eyes watch, as slowly doth her right hand softly
caress the feathers. Giggles lightly at the crooning that she hears
float up to her Faerie ears.
She is closely watched. They see as she halts and gazes at the white
store front. They have followed silently from the moment she had left
the safety of the ship. A beauty as she would bring great wealth on
the market. A lone female, unescorted. Such an easy prize indeed.
The slavers begin to move as to corral her unnoticed, to cap off any
potential escape routes. Patrons note deliberate movement and move
out of the way. Vendors move closer to their booths. All trying to
stay out of harms way. Yet- unseen to all in that town square,
standing silent watch at the corner of that store front, a pair of
clear blue eyes note all. Those eyes take in the looks toward their
quarry, the female pirate as she moves past the store. And silently
doth he break his rule .He silently moves.
Lona shakes her head as she strolls away from the store, lost in the
thoughts deep inside. Then looks up quick, as her heart warns her of
danger. A hot fire deep within her. Anger and wariness strong within.
She stares at the twelve slavers surrounding her, swords and ropes at
the ready to capture. As they move in, her sword unconsciously is
taken from her scabbard. And all are surprised to hear a roar, as
between the pirate and the slavers - an elf takes form from the air,
long sword held lightly in his hand.
As pirate and elf stand back to back, as more slavers rush to the aid
of their brethren, none notice upon a roof - the dove that takes
wing. As it flies low it soars above Lona and Laren, within its
talons doth two red roses fall toward them below. Both look up at the
sound of the beating of the wings.
As the red rose falls so does it also break apart. Its petals
touching the air and once more breaking apart. As they do, they
cascade and envelope the two in splendor .Green doth the petals turn
upon the lady pirate, and in turn do they turn a dazzling blue upon
the elf. And they turn to a blazing light, making all drop to their
knees in their vicinity.
Above the town does the dove return to her, lightly doth it perch
once more upon her arm. Looks up as she speaks in the language of
dreams of the ancients.
"Rise .Thy Great ones. Rise, and be born anew, when you are so
dearly and greatly needed!"
Looking down at the two below covered in light, LadyThistle smiles.
The blazing light burns bright around both, and as one doth the light
shoot up to the clouds above, as swords them selves, of green and
blue. To those below .in the square, the town itself, and upon the
harbor near .their eyes look skyward in wonder and awe. Watch and
remember the tales of an ancient time, as they see what takes the
place of the blazing light.
And from the store of white does LadyTaret come out of , and looks
up. And the items drop from her arms, as a scream of agony escapes
And both green and dazzling blue dragons return her agonized cry,
with a resounding roar of their own, as together both dance amongst
Looking up quickly doth LadyTaret see her sister. Heard only between
both Fairy Princesses doth she cry to LadyThistle.
"How could you?! He is not ready! He is not ready to give all he is
LadyThistle gazes down upon her beloved sister, and a tear falls down.
"You can not continue to protect him dearest one." LadyThistle gazes
down upon her friend perched on her arm. " To protect him is only to
leave him not really alive at all." And as this whispers down to her
sister, doth the dove and fairy vanish from view.
To be continued ......................
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